Page 21 of Bound By Temptation

I went and pulled out my huge binder and brought it out to the table.

That was how I ended up sitting with my ex’s mom and her friend, gabbing and creating a kickass Barbie car.

Now, to get it done and to the clubhouse on time. Lord, please do not let Ax be there when I deliver it.

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AX

The bassof the music blared in Studio X, each thump bringing the pulse of the club higher and higher. Ravage had many business avenues, and the strip club brought in a lot of clean cash. We needed legal sides of Ravage business to combat the illegal. Money laundering, cleaning, filtering funds—didn’t much give a shit how one chose to view it—this was the way we balanced our lives in the club.

Princess ran the show here at Studio X, but lately many of the ol’ ladies were working in one way or another as well.

Princess was a stickler for everything. How the place was run. Expectation of the girls. Expectations of employees. Expectations for the customers.

And that was where we came in…

Raid and I drew the lucky as fuck straw and got this gig. Keeping assholes away from the entertainment wasn’t difficult. Had to admit, the job was fun. It was usually the booze that gave the patrons more courage to stand up and play grab ass with the girls.

Not here. That shit didn’t fly. Hands stayed to themselves unless they went to the back for a private show. Only the girls who wanted to offer private shows did. Those who didn’t, didn’t. No one here was forced to do anything they didn’t want. And there were limits in the private shows on touching as well. Money bought certain things, but not everything.

It was how Princess had such a loyal group of girls working for her. Each girl knew they had protection, not only from her but us. No one fucked with them. No one. They worked for Ravage, and that came with huge benefits.

Not to mention, for us, having pussy on tap wasn’t a bad thing at all. Bottom line with that was it was all consensual.

The place was filled to the brim. Not a single seat empty even around the bar with a few hanging out around the red walls.

Studio X had a state of the art sound system and lighting. Both were going full bore.

The large stage was located against the back wall. There were four poles on the stage in various places. Three girls were currently on the stage, each in their own space, dancing enticingly and getting the attention from the men with praise. Money flew to the dancers’ feet and that was what they were there for.

Old as time, pussy always sold. Magazines. Porn. Dancers. There was always money in that shit. Currently, Ravage only dealt with the dancers and what was done in the private rooms. At one point we had a set of girls we took care of, but over time, that was weeded out.

We wanted to keep this side completely legal.

“Alright, Studio Xers!” DJ Joker yelled into the microphone, catching attention as the lights went down. “Let’s hear some noise for Glimmer!” His voice trailed off as the beat changed and a buxom blonde became illuminated by lights in the center of the stage.

Her back and high heeled foot rested against the pole, arms raised above her head, and breasts tilted out. The perfect silhouette.

Glimmer was covered in a very sheer gown type thing with sexy hot pink bra and panties.

Yeah, she had the entire room on their feet.

She’d been one of the primo dancers here for a while, and the entire mood in the room changed when she appeared. My attention went right over to Raid who was on the other side of the club and nodded at me.

Eyes now to the crowd, we moved closer to the stage. Craziness always happened, but it had gone too far at times too. That was when we had to step in.

I was on the left and Raid was on the right, our arms crossed over our chest, watching and waiting. Nelson, another bouncer, was sitting in a chair in front of the stage. Three men ready and waiting to jump in if needed.

The woman was hot as fuck and deserved every dollar thrown up on the stage. It might have been the reason she didn’t do any private dances in the back. Or it could have been she was one of the shiest women I’d ever met.

How she turned into a sex kitten on the stage and all that innocence vanished was crazy to me. She’d never hit on me once but had always been polite. I’d never had her, but I had no clue if anyone else had. If they had, it would be a surprise to me.

I could see her moving in my peripheral vision, but my sole focus was on the crowd starting to press in closer to the stage. One day, I had no doubt, that she would ensue a riot; I just hoped like fuck it wasn’t tonight.

Or maybe I did.

Indie came to mind and her hatred for me. Yeah. Maybe I needed to punch something.

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